United we stand, united we fight
For what we believe in and our for rights
Me and my friends, we have a band
We have a voice and we take a stand
When the rebels are mad and they`re looking for you
There is no place to hide
You better watch out �cause we`re coming tonight
Run motherfucker, run
In Beverly Hills you can hear the chink
But down in the ghetto the poverty stinks
A ten year old boy he`s sniffing glue
There is not much left for him to do
